"tinman" poems
so
here we Are:
Arnold......Shortman,
Shorty......Meeks,
Mr......Meeseeks,
Ezekiel......Whitmore.
Morphine,,,,,,Morpheus,
Neo......Geo,
OG......Sour,
Sour......Diesel.
DeeDee's......Brother,
Cousin......Vinny,
Vinny's......Lover,
Brothers......Grimm.
Grim......adVentures,
Billy......Madison,
Hansel,,,,,,Gretel,
Chelsea......Grin.
Grimace,,,,,,Misery,
Mister......eBonic,
Bonny,,,,,,Clyde,
Kyle,,,,,,Kenny.
Kenny......Powers,
Powder Puff Girls,
"Girls Girls Girls",
Girls Gone Wild.
Wilee......Coyote,
Coyote......Ugly,
Ugly......Betty,
Betty......Crocker.
Doctor......Parnassus,
Doctor......Krieger,
Doctor......Horrible,
Doctor......Evil.
Evil......Knievel,
Felix......the Cat,
Captain Jack Sparrow:
"Captain......my Captain".
Tinman,,,,,,Scarecrow,
"Rowrow Rowyer Boat",
Bo......Burnham,
Earnest,,,,,,Vern.
Verdict,,,,,,Votive,
deVotion,,,,,,Vengeance,
aVenging......Evey,
V,,,,,,Vendetta.
Denace......the Menace,
Crystal......Globes,
Snow,,,,,,Aesthetics:
Skeletal......Shedding.
Head,,,,,,Tail,
Sally,,,,,,Jack,
Jack......Rabbits,
Magic......Hatters.
Shattered......Glass,
Glasgow......Smile,
Guile,,,,,,Vega,
Akuma,,,,,,Ryu.
You,,,,,,Me,
Beneath......the Bleacher:
Jeepers,,,,,,Creepers,
Reapers......of Seeds.
Seeds......of Chucky,
Chuckie......Finster,
Principal......Muriel,
Yuri......Gagarin.
© Copyrighted Jesse James Adams
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
In a tornado of confusion
I was always stuck in Kansas
The tinman had no yellow bricks for me
And the lion, even less
Through emerald tinted spectacles
In a city where we're all the same
The wizard knows us through only applaud
Not through heart or lands we came
I click my heels a hundred times
But home is where the knowing end
The rest become great illusionists
As if the future is their friend
A full circle of whimsical hearts
Being nor a witch, a munchkin or scarecrow
In a labyrinth of smoke and fire
All while my hot air balloon is ready to go
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
The way
You cradle my ***
Steals my comfort,
Like a thief true to the black mask painted on you
You are not wood, but a trees revenge.
Plaguing my body with discomfort
Repercussive of the agony from flannel coated lumberjacks, way back when
Four legs
Must be sneakier
Than two, for no two legged beast has yet robbed me.
But my chair,
Does so daily.
Yet I
Come back to you, I
Sit atop of you
Expecting in your apparent antiquity
To soak some of that wisdom so often attributed to my elders around campfires.
I guess you only give me that gift when you burn.
And so
I should have known
By the hollow shout I hear
Echo when I trampoline my knuckles on your skin
As Dorothy knocked upon Tinman, finding not his heart-
Neither do I find yours.
Or is
It admirable
Perhaps, that you support me even as I presently slander you
As Atlas supported the world,
Whose stars that stabbed him in the back
For that
I certainly will
Return to you tomorrow
And while you are not the most sittable chair
you are at least my loyal chair
A ha!
The wisdom promised
Is found, without striking a match
And dancing around
Your burning, crackling corpse.
In fact,
I promise you this
I shall save you first
In the event of a fire.
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 11:17 PM UTC
the only boy i ever loved
is awake while i am sleeping
the tinman boy lives upside-down
but in my tongue i keep him
while screens have saved us tenfold times
i still sit and mull your visit
those days spent tangled in your hair
i won’t admit i miss it.
you drove stick-shift but held my hand
jumped guardrails and pythons and nerves
painted me with waterfall clay
and careened around my curves
your tongue is strings on violins
and i am no virtuoso
each rusted joint creaks heartless songs
while my will swings to and fro
you’re tension like a tinder box
or a match-head ripe for striking
i can’t speak freely of your hands
but found them to my liking
i hope i am not novelty
or distraction wrapped in ennui
i, for one, am enthralled by you
and how you can’t sing on-key
raggedy thoughts bite (just like you)
of distance and futures and you
sentences always end with you
except when you want them to
the only boy i ever loved
is spiteful and tragic and sweet
the tinman boy lives far away
at least until next we meet
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
I'd grab a knife and let it tear through my flesh
to rip out this inner strife if it wouldn't lead to my death.
My soul shivers he beats on his chest in fact that's why I breathe
on this ****** to try and relax. My mind is stretched to the max
my head needs to detach, my soul needs to eject.
Hotheaded armed with an icepick.
Hacking away at this ice that my spine grips.
My thoughts are confined in a space as small as my iris
and I'm behind iron bars of anxiety that I constantly have to fight with.
I've become a mass murderer, locked in a psychiatric ward as I **** my parts within, erasing my kin, the ink from the teardrops darkens my skin.
Fallen to sin. My world in the dark. A void shaped like a heart.
Yet this Tinman retaliates against the wizard of Oz!
My torch an everburning question mark
answers? That's the past but Life throwing hooks so I HAVE to dodge.
Hits exit Pause-my-world which I create so I can spit back in the face of God!
You awoke a sleeping giant, a savage beast, a lion
My soul roars everytime you see me sighin
I won't ignore these tidings
A frozen force is rising
Close to war my broken core redefines defiance.
So I will stand my ground and fight
go bar for bar with life.
Proudly wear these battlescars
you'll be astounded by my might
A star upon my sky
My reach is long and wide
You see I'm strong you're weak and wrong
I no longer hide
Because I don't have a mind
I am guided by the light
my sight set on my rage
replace my blood with hate
bleed and rust and easily crush
this tyrant in my cage.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
It's funny how people tell me I'm strong, tough
Independent
But some things make me so weak
My will breaks easily and I fall
I'm not talking about physical weakness
Nor any type of physiological frailty
My mind and heart are the problem
And sometimes I wonder
Were the tinman and scarecrow wrong?
True, there is benefit in having a heart
And yes, a mind has much to offer
But the heart remembers you
The mind aches with pain
And I'm tired of being broken
I know I can be sweet
Kindness is little problem
But does one need a heart to be kind?
Perhaps its absence would suit me better
And if I think, I think so often of the past
What could have been, what might have been
And I think(hah think) that maybe
Losing my mind wouldn't be so bad
So tell me heart, and you also mind
What is your great redeeming quality?
I'm dying to know
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:49 AM UTC
.
~His eyes are in the palm of his hand,
the sky is in his mind.
He wants to find new colors--
Who knows what he will find?
The wind is on the front porch,
the dog's mouth is quick to foam.
A tornado suddenly blows you away--
a long, long way from home.
Kansas is gone-
the Tinman said,
as the poppy fields
donned a million head.
A crimson explosion-
a juicy, ripe plum;
and a peace pipe full
of *****
John, George, and Paul
were comfortably numb.
Poor Ringo got a blister
on his drumming thumb.
This day could not
have been any more fun,
when Paul proved,
"Happiness WAS a warm gun."~
.
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:27 AM UTC
Judy Judy Kansas cutie / it starts in the heartland / Tornado = social change through manipulated crisis / Toto the only free agent / Dorothy struck on her head by the closing window of virtual possibility / She realizes that hope'n'change have reached the prairie / Alice in Wonderland Hollywood / Kansas as futurist narrative / Star Wars pre-dated / It's a Wonderful Mythic Life / Miss Gulch as Henry Potter / Witchery in bitchery: Hillary 2016 / Scarecrow as Celtic bog-sacrifice victim / Tinman as ****** therapy client / Did that hurt? No - it felt wonderful ! / Bible-belt Pentecostal subtexts: "the anointing" / obsolete leonine monarchies / Louis Quatorze the Sun King / enlightenment through concussion / the tyrant must be resisted from the heartland / populist progressives plot stealthily to justify their rule through the wizardry of science / the tyrant utilizes tech to manipulate the credulous / green state fascism / journey out of ontic inevitability into the futurist nightmare / eco-mammon bailouts / infantile mental midgets ruled by witch-tyrants = One World Munchkinland / Dorothy as redeemer-Messiah / Dorothy as Mary Poppins / America exports populist prophecy to the greater world / Glinda the Matriarch-Goddess / Glinda as transcendent Wisdom / the Anti-witch antidote / Patriarchy creates "special effects" subterfuge / flying monkeys: shock-troops of the witch / simian social justice warriors / Obama as Witch of West AND Wizard simultaneously / flying monkeys: brown-shirt armies of new multi-culti order / George W. Bush was the the witch the house ("Hope & Change') fell on / Over the Rainbow: somewhere beyond ****** identity grievance-mongering / There's no place like the Restoration of All Things
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
Wandering the Yellow Brick Road,
Toto gallops at my side
The glittering Emerald City
Only a small spec on the horizon
But there is no rush, we will be there soon
Danger certainly doesn't lurk on our path
But what’s that?
A gray cloud rolling in
Over my grand escape
Surely this is the fault of the Wicked Witch
She is the cause of all trouble
In a happily untainted world
But what’s happening now?
The scarecrow?
Confused, lost
The tinman?
Cold, unloving
And the lion?
Timid, coy
But where is the wizard?
He should be arriving any moment now
He will surely help us find our way
But where is Glinda?
She knows reality will release its clutch
She will give us comfort
My fairy tale world cannot crumble
Even in the distant memory of childhood
I hope I haven’t somehow lost
My ruby red slippers along the way
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
Yellow Brick Road
Land of OZ
Lion scared
Scarecrow crazy
TinMan struggling
Wizard gizmo mugging.
Homeless man
Traveling man
Nomadic man
Had to go.
Left more in Kansas
Than he brought
******* feelings
Totally out of control.
All that searching
Never ever knew
Garden of Eden
Mona Lisa dancing
Lake Wilson trancing
Nomad confused
Gone distracted.
4 years drifting
Always on the road
Never realizing
Never knowing
Never analyzing
Never caring
For what did he know.
TinMan found his heart
TinMan lost his heart
Nomad down
******* Yellow Brick Road.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Travelin Man,
They call me Nomad.
Rolled into Kansas
and found there really is an OZ.
Didn't see Dorothy or Toto,
But both witches found me.
Found a painting,
Mona Lisa for real.
Then time jumped
The TinMan ******
And from the Belly of the Beast,
Grace prevailed.
27 days right off Main Street,
The address of the Yellow Brick Road
27 days sharing and caring.
Me and Mona Lisa rolling.
And she rose from the ashes,
Her red shoes tap tap tapping,
Mona Lisa came back to the world,
I heard the miracle
Her Spirit reborn.
Not even a chapter in a hero sage,
But a good first page
The Knight of a soaring heart,
More will be revealed.....
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
As the ashes slowly turn to dust
I slowly begin to rust
For my love is gone
He took it all
Along with my heart
And I slowly begin to realize how hard my body took the fall
But this isn't the end
My story can't end here
I just have to take my time and mend
Then once again I'll rise
When someone new comes and picks up my broken pieces
And breaks through my disguise
So I must wait
Standing here exposed like bait
Until someone takes the time of day
To despite my now heartless chest
Love me anyways
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
TinMan asked a question,
Lynda didn't even know.
OZ was the answer,
The Wizard didn't even slow.
***** ***** detox in the blend,,
Scratching, retching, loathing, mashing.
Crawling out of her skin....
4 days, 5 days,
When would the pain ever end!!!
Mindless, braless, hating to the end
The disease trying, fighting,
The TinMan never giving in.
Listening praying writing reading,
Mona Lisa bathing, breathing, eating,
Smiling
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
The games
The small-fry
Ketchup she squirt's
Talking heads
sugar on my
miniature flirt
tongue
Burger bands
Gimme___ Gimme
((Mini Macaroons))
Don't big change me
My eyes like
((Rocky Racoons))
Movie Mania
Beatles miniature
I want to hold
your hand
Lucy in the sky*
No chip diamonds
Cool Hand Luke
American girl doll
Exchange for
my red bike
Twilight zone
dimension I___
Cannot read
the numbers!!!
I-phone oranges
compared to
small apples
That's me
Mini Cooper
Car drinking Snapple
The shooting
star*
Just gas up
V-Wagon
mini car
(Mini Bow)
ladybug
kissed her
Coffee mug
The red and
black dots
treat her
like a lady
Small bits of aroma
The smaller sticky
yellow
notes what votes
Mini-me camera
Mini hot___ Hollywood
dog dachshund
* * * *
It's mini
mealtime____
Adorable
Presentable
The Dollhouse
lodge Mini
Disneyland___**
No copying to
resemble
Mini Fruit
salad merger
Red Robin's Burger
were overly generous
Mr. Big
imaginable
so small
Superman's
flight of rage
So-Huge_____ and long____
turned him if I only
had a brain
((The Tinman))
mentally touched him
Sprayed his oil can
in mini heart size
Hello Dollie
collector
magnifying glass
Handcrafted
Pleasurable kind
and small
Broomstick
Witchcraft
Miniature leader
Knock on
heavens door
The Doorman
The Penthouse
Mini Bavarian
creme
Me doughnut
The cool breeze
off her fan
Big thumb
((Thumbelina))
The mini frog
Hit too many
London fogs
Mini White castle
burger chips off the
miniature block party
Meat tenderizer like trolls
Las Vegas
money slot machines
Those miniature dolls
((Minerals Top Ranks))
Gemology
produce
more blues
******
Adolf ******
generals
Cereal boxes
Sly Foxes Attention
How her
features met
his smaller
side_______
Royal hot blues singer
Mini He pops dishes
All Banana nut's
When it
comes to
Monkeying
around
With________?
miniature swingers
cereal___*
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
TinMan down
Frowned
On the ground
What happened
Didn't happen
But the brown
Turned to BLACK
Slacked into lack.
Feelings reeling
Heart burst
Like glass
Splintered into ash
Nomad crawling
Sprawling
Couldn't feel the grass.
Can't count minutes
Thru hours
Stretched to DAYS
The silence of no contact
Howling in the wind
Stillness so BLACK
Cutting like a knife.
Nomad finally mounting
Getting to his knees
13 DAYS no contact
To black to see the sun
A crack of light
Screaming
Beaming
Like music
Mona Lisa breathing
Chuckling
Teasing
Nomad to his feet
Hearing a heart beat
Seeing the moon's silvery glow
It all begin to flow
13 days of Black
Absolutely no contact
Worse than dead
Nomadic shook his head
Mona Lisa said
Honey, come to bed.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
i dreamed i was in oz so very far away
watching all the munchkins as they began to play
then i saw a straw man and a tin man to
followed by a lion beneath the sky so blue.
walking on a road yellow and so bright
dancing as they went filled with such delight
searching for a wizard to tell him of there plight
he lived in a castle so big and very white.
they say he granted wishes to anyone in need
that he was very kind very kind in deed
strawman needed brains to be clever as can be
lion needed courage to be coward free
tin man needed heart to be human too
then he could fall in love like the humans do.
they got to the castle big and very white
then heard the wizards voice it gave them such a fright
they told him of there wishes to see what he could do
wizard said dont worry ill grant your wish for you.
they were very happy there dreams had all come true
strawman had is brain now he felt brand new
tinman had his heart just like humans do
lion had his courage and was braver too
this what i dreamed a fairy tale come true
with an happy end just like the stories do
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
I buzz down Bourbon St.,
bar-hopping to and fro in pursuit of some
sought-after nerve.
I’ll pass street entertainers performing
various tricks and trades
and I’ll envy not their boater hats
filled with cash, but rather the
attention they command from mothers
and fathers alike, on-looking and inebriated.
Maybe father would’ve looked at me
with the same awe, had I donned
a pair of stilts or covered my body in
tinman silver, for his
failure to pay me mind
certainly wasn’t a result of
under-intoxication.
I digress. The thirteen blocks that stretch between
Canal & Esplanade Avenue host
a distinct pattern of storefronts:
Bar, strip club, bar, gift shop,
bar, strip club, bar, gift shop,
and so on.
I’ll stop in nearly every other one,
and the taste in my mouth
will start to remind me of the street’s namesake.
With a scant blouse on and
a batting of my bedroom eyes,
a man will inevitably strike up a
“conversation” with me.
While I unconsciously engage
in repartee, I’ll wonder to myself
what must be wrong with him
that he would hone in on some
despondent fool like me.
He’ll continue to ply me with drinks
until a taxi cab takes me away,
and through a backseat window
cracked open, I’ll hear
New Orleans sing
while I sigh.
W.M.S.
2017
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
Man of numbers and data
Stuck at zero, wants to be one
I can't paint, I can't build
So I thought
Art is not for me
I calculated away
Trying to find a way
until I realized
Words can speak
the feelings of my weak
I was free.
The tinman found his heart
Through poetry
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 4:56 AM UTC
Do you like my hot rod?
Came straight from the furnace
In fact, it was so hot that
Little tinman, with his rod,
Was jealous.
Little tinman, little tinman
Didn't like that my rod was hotter than his
Ohh little tinman, little tinman
Wasn't having any of this
So little tinman thought up a plan
He struck my rod, with his poking stick
Oh how it crumbled, straight from the furnace
Cause little tinman had enough of this
But as he struck my rod, his hand slipped
Little tinman lost his poking stick
And Little Kitty grabbed it in his mouth
Here kitty! Here kitty!
The cat brought the stick to me
As little tinman watched in horror
Good kitty! Good kitty!
And little tinman was struck with terror
I hate to see little tinman frettin'
So I gave him back his poking stick
It was at this moment he grew still
Oh no, I think he's broken!
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 4:50 AM UTC
How long until I fail again
Fail again to die
How long until I fail again
I feel the time is nigh
Tinman goes along in life
With no heart in his chest
Few know he chopped his own heart out
To put the pain to rest
He hoped leading a heartless life
Would let him live life without pain
Yet he still feels each sling and arrow
Over and again
How long until I fail again
Fail again to die
How long until I fail again
I'll never fail to try
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
or Jack will meet
a ****** off *****
Jack be dumb
Jack be slow
Jack the racist
where a bullet should go
Poison ivy
makes haters itch
let them scream
from the spells of a witch
Dorthy fooled
Laura is sick
TinMan has tantrums
his anger is quick
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
I am no liberal
you redneck hick
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
Fight, scream, walking away
Leaving our friendship to rot and decay
Never looking back to see
I have a different reality
You walked away not looking back
Love and a heart Ms. Tinman lacks
Thought you burned a bridge with me
But here is your reality
No, I walked away with a green heart
I left you again, breaking you apart
It's my fault you say, but I disagree
We're living in parallel realities.
One person's perception belongs to only them
The other seems to try to condemn,
To a life of mistakes, I can't seem to shake
Why it's always been this way.
We can't see through each other's eyes
And believe that beyond all our pride,
Lies what we used to be, silently
Now living in parallel realities.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC